The thought of Miley’s camel toe got me to thinking just how we fellas got our jollies before female musicians decided that nip slips and pole dancing was more important to their act than power chords and catchy lyrics.
It just so happened that whilst watching J2 – quite possibly the most boring music channel ever – I was given just the reminder I longed for; Marie Fredriksson.
Marie was the lead singer of Swedish twosome Roxette and my god did she have it going on. Sure, her spiky, sometimes mullet like hair made her a bit boyish, but that was okay because her band mate, Per Giselle, was a bit effeminate for a fella. So between the two of them they had the whole androgynous look covered really.
Coops and I spent much of the early Nineties rockin out with our cocks out to Roxette and we weren’t alone. How many of you spent many an afternoon in front of the mirror lip synching ‘Fading Like A Flower’ imagining that Marie was singing it to you and you alone...?
You might very well laugh at the thought of loving Roxette now, go on, I don't care. But I’m willing to bet my left one that if 'Joyride' came on the car wireless it wouldn’t be long before you caught yourself whistling the chorus too.
Marie was a top class lady, especially on stage where the only skin she bared was not that of a magnificently waxed crutch, but a bit of thigh, a bare foot or two and the occasional flash of décolletage*.
It just so happened that whilst watching J2 – quite possibly the most boring music channel ever – I was given just the reminder I longed for; Marie Fredriksson.
Marie was the lead singer of Swedish twosome Roxette and my god did she have it going on. Sure, her spiky, sometimes mullet like hair made her a bit boyish, but that was okay because her band mate, Per Giselle, was a bit effeminate for a fella. So between the two of them they had the whole androgynous look covered really.
Coops and I spent much of the early Nineties rockin out with our cocks out to Roxette and we weren’t alone. How many of you spent many an afternoon in front of the mirror lip synching ‘Fading Like A Flower’ imagining that Marie was singing it to you and you alone...?
You might very well laugh at the thought of loving Roxette now, go on, I don't care. But I’m willing to bet my left one that if 'Joyride' came on the car wireless it wouldn’t be long before you caught yourself whistling the chorus too.
Marie was a top class lady, especially on stage where the only skin she bared was not that of a magnificently waxed crutch, but a bit of thigh, a bare foot or two and the occasional flash of décolletage*.
And you know what? That’s all we needed because her rhymes were bottomless and her flows unstoppable, everything else was a bonus really.
Miley, you would do well to learn from Marie, you nubile young thing you.
*Look it up, you tit.
Miley, you would do well to learn from Marie, you nubile young thing you.
*Look it up, you tit.
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